This is a song about "Kill his ass"

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

And welcome to his fuckin crazy ass life,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

Let's start off with his fuckin funny ass mother,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Looks at that young ass and thinks to do nothing but kill her

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

And i got that drive and she just might crash

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

K.n.b. has more skill the nigga could pull out his ass,

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin